It had been a month. One whole month since Harry had seen his wife last.

The virus had spread throughout wizarding Britain and the country had taken quite a hit from Covid-19. For not even in the wizarding world, had they been able to find a cure yet. People's families had been torn apart by death and separation. Two weeks prior, Minerva McGonagall had passed away after contracting the fatal virus and because of quarantine measures that the Ministry had insisted on, no one was to be allowed to the funeral. Harry had vowed that once this mess had calmed down, he and his friends would pay tribute to their former headmistress properly. She had been a major influence on Harry, and he wished he had gotten the opportunity to tell her that before she had succumbed to the virus. McGonagall was one of the few people Harry saw as invincible. Nothing had seemed to bring the woman down. Hell, she had taken four Stunning Spells to the chest and turned out alright, so how could a virus, a mere germ, something unseen by the naked eye, take down one of the most powerful witches he had ever seen?

Hermione had been affected by her mentor's passing just as hard, if not worse, than Harry. However, something lit a fire in her when the older woman passed. Hermione had gone on after school to become a Healer at St. Mungo's and now that this epidemic had hit, all Healers, nurses and anyone in the medical field was needed around the clock. They had set up cots in the hospital for the staff so that they could sleep whenever they could but otherwise, it was a constant barrage of patients. Since the Coronavirus, as it was also known, was so easily spread, the hospital did not want anyone in contact with patient or staff. Therefore, he had been forced to be separated from his new bride of only three months. He remembered the conversation they had before she left for the hospital.

"But how long will you be away?" asked Harry.

Hermione was folding clothes and gathering items she would need to stay at St. Mungo's. "I don't know, Harry. The quarantine takes affect as of tomorrow. Who knows when it will be lifted?"

"But," Harry began, walking up to her, grabbing her wrist and spinning her towards him, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you have to stay at the hospital this whole time? I mean, for God's sake, Hermione, we just got married."

Sighing, Hermione replied, placing a hand on his cheek. "I know, love. Trust me, nothing would make me happier than to stay home and be with you throughout all of this, but I can't. All staff is needed." She saw the hurt in his eyes. "Harry, think about it. This isn't just about the two of us. People are dying. And if I can help in any way, then I must go. I took an oath, Harry. I can't just turn my back on it in our most desperate time."

Harry took the hand that was on the side of his face and kissed it. "I love you, you know. You are the most amazing woman in the world to me and I know we can get through this, but it's going to be so tough not being able to see you every day." Harry's eyes widened in realization. "Hold on! I have an idea." He walked out of the room and returned a few minutes later. "Here." He handed her one of the mirrors that Sirius had given him before he had died.

But, Harry, didn't the other break?" asked Hermione.

"Am I wizard or not?" Harry laughed slightly. "I used Reparo on it." He looked up at her and his face grew solemn once more. "Whenever you can, will you use it?"

Hermione was not one for tears, but to be given something so precious from Harry made the tears run freely. She knew how much these mirrors, broken or not, meant to him. "Of course, love."

"What time do you have to be at the hospital?" asked Harry.

"Six in the morning."

Harry grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers. If he only had a few hours left with her, he was going to show her just how much she would be missed by him.

They had used the mirror a few times, but she had told him that they were being worked to the bone and when they had used it last, Harry could see the exhaustion in her eyes.

"Hermione are you alright?" asked Harry worryingly. "You look terrible."

She tiredly scoffed. "Well, I love you too."

There were lines across her face from where the face mask had been as she had worn it for many hours by that point. Dark circles formed under her eyes and it was clear she had not slept.

"Love, when was the last time you slept?"

Hermione ran a face over her hand, as if to wipe away the exhaustion as she thought. "Well, I was able to take a twenty-minute nap this morning but then I had to go back to the wards. Apart from that, it's been about twenty-one hours." She saw the worry building in his eyes and, despite how she felt, she gave him a smile. "But don't worry. I'm fine. Trust me, there are other Healers who have had it much worse. Healer Hawthorne has been at it for about twenty-six hours. But, listen, love, I must go because my shift is going to start again in a few hours, and I need to get some shut eye. I just wanted to talk to you and tell you that I love you and I'll be home before you know it."

Hermione said that every time they had talked but for some reason, it was getting less and less comforting to him. He was worried about his wife and did not want her to fall prey to the virus because she was lacking sleep. "Alright, baby. I love you. Please, take care of yourself. I'll see you soon."

It had been two weeks since that last conversation with her and he felt the constant knot in his stomach tighten whenever he thought about it. How much longer is this going to go on?

Hedwig flew into the kitchen at that moment and dropped the Daily Prophet onto the table before helping herself to of the bacon Harry had fixed for himself. Harry stroked her feathers and received a hoot of thanks before flying off to her cage to sleep.

Harry dreaded the paper every morning, although the number of reported cases had dropped exponentially, there had been no news of the lift on the quarantine or on the need for hospital staff. Sighing, he reached for the Daily Prophet and almost dropped his mug of coffee from shock.

In large, bold letters, the front page had reported:

CURE FOR COVID-19 DISCOVERED THANKS TO HEALER

With the headline came a picture of his tired but beautiful wife smiling from ear to ear with two other colleagues of hers.

He could not believe it! Not only was she helping take care of people, but never once did she mention that she was helping to cure the virus. His heart swelled with pride as he read the article.

Thanks to the combined efforts of three Healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, there has been a breakthrough in a cure for the virus known as COVID-19 that, within the last few months has spread, not only through Britain but all over the world in a global hysteria unlike anything this reporter has ever seen.

Healers Humphrey Hawthorne, Rupert Wallings, and Hermione Potter have stumbled on a cure for the virus after many hours of research and trial testing. Within the last few weeks, the healers have been administering their potential cure to patients and have had great success as it seems to have eliminated serious side effects within a few days.

As the lockdown in still in order through the Ministry of Magic, we could not get comments from the three Healers, but we will be keeping a close eye on the development and get those comments as soon as we are able.

Until then, continue to stay in your homes and take care of each other as we can hope to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Harry felt tears fill his eyes as a swarm of relief filled him. He would get to see Hermione again and soon.

Shaking from his depression that had been building over the last month, he took the renewed sense of hope in his chest and began to clean the entire house. When Hermione did get home, he wanted her to do nothing but relax and sleep.

Six hours later, as Harry was wondering when exactly Hermione was coming home, he heard a loud CRACK behind him.

Turning around, Harry saw his beautiful wife, smiling as she dropped her bags on the floor and made her way over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Harry took her in his arms, reveling in the feeling of her. Pulling back slightly, he pressed his lips against hers. All the emotion, all the despair he had felt at her absence, the passion they were forced to give up when this whole thing started, were poured into this one kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, the two parted.

"I wasn't expecting you so soon." Said Harry in an almost apologetic way.

Hermione nodded. "Well, it had been weeks since we had any new cases and so we took care of them and they tested us two weeks ago and none of us tested positive, so we were able to go home."

Harry smiled. "Hermione, I'm so proud of you, my love."

Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. "Thank you, darling. I told you I could help make a difference."

Harry scooped his wife up in his arms and walked her to the bedroom. Placing her on the bed, he turned to go into the bathroom. When he was in the archway, he turned to her and said. "Get undressed, 'Mione, I'm going to draw you a bath."

Sniggering, she said in feign disappointment, "That was not the reaction I was hoping for when you put me on the bed." But on the inside, she was rejoicing that she had such a considerate husband to take care of her. She undressed lazily before laying back on the bed.

After starting the water, he walked back into the bedroom and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, that will come when you've had some proper sleep." He picked her up again and took her into the bathroom.

"You know, I can walk." She insisted, smiling.

Harry smiled back at her, but his eyes held a serious tone. "Hermione, you just helped with one of the biggest crises the world has ever had to face. Not only did you help, you cured it! I think you deserve a little pampering."

Well, who was Hermione Potter to argue?

Harry spent the rest of the evening massaging her, feeding her a proper meal of chicken, potatoes, and salad, and kissing her.

The two now lay in bed, Hermione draped over Harry, a hand on his chest and a leg tangled with his. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Hush, love. You deserve it. Now, go to sleep."

She did not need to be told twice. Within minutes, she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Pulling the covers tighter around her, Harry could not help but think how amazing the woman next to him was and he would spend the rest of his life showing her.

This story came to me in the middle of the night as I was reading some posts about the Coronavirus. Something that breaks my heart about this whole situation is that people are being forced away from their families because of them being essential workers. I won't pretend I know what you are going through but I do feel for you all.

I want to thank all the healthcare workers around the world. I don't know how often you get to see your families, if at all but we are thinking of you and hope that you will soon get the resources that you need so badly.

Anyone who must be at work during this time, thank you for your sacrifices that you are making daily to help eradicate this virus. We appreciate you and hope that soon you'll be able to rest like you deserve.

Even though there is no cure for the Coronavirus yet, I have high hopes that something will be found. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Everyone, please, stay safe, stay healthy and wash your hands!

Thank you all again.